Chapter 1720

No. 334: Walking with the Azure Sky

In a room with furnishings not childish, self-proclaimed to be launching some sort of selection competition…… such a scene indeed existed in the corner of Aomo Lindun's memory, never having been linked with the initial memory cleanup.

The reason was simple, simple enough that later Aomo Lindun himself could guess it.

To ensure he wouldn't be curious, nor become suspicious by tracing some real-world clues, the young Aomo Lindun, premised on understanding himself well, kept a proper degree.

After eliminating all interaction history and traces with Zhenjiling at that time and marking the necessary seal, the initial traces were not also eliminated.

After all, to be frank, the very first of their intersection was that Umastar couldn't stand and typed the first sentence. But if it weren't for Zhenjiling later discovering Umastar's account and actively seeking advice, Umastar wouldn't have noticed CurrenChan's account.

Even if he had once gone to the other's livestream.

It's not hard to understand; for someone with excellent memory, 'remembering' and 'keeping in mind' are two entirely different things.

Aomo Lindun remembered when he went to many livestreams, and could recount those statements in detail. But if one were to say whether these things were worth caring about, worth linking with the memories he had lost……

That was obviously not so neurotic.

But if you delete an obvious small chunk of memory while also scooping out that early speck——then it's hardly surprising you'd make associations, right? Some things are precisely such that even if you know you shouldn't do them, if the cost is low enough to do them offhand, the chance of mishap remains high.

So that memory remains.

Young Aomo was quite conservative and cautious, and indeed understood himself well.

Before meeting Zhenjiling twice and encountering that overly excessive and obvious conversational performance, Aomo Lindun had never doubted those memory gaps, nor ever paid them any heed.

As for after the meeting……

Just as his brief exchange with Qielienna back then, the past that comes knocking cannot be avoided; whatever debts, they should be welcomed.

He not only had to try to infer what his past self had done, but also to link in that reasoning his earliest intersection with Zhenjiling——which was so early it had no end.

Yet the causal link painstakingly maintained amid the stumbling remains causal.

If the earliest story was opened by that self, then the person who decides whether to continue or conclude it should also be oneself. Or else, considering this chain of causality involves bidirectional interaction with the other party, there should also exist another option, for which the other party bears the responsibility of choosing.

But that party's condition is obvious.

No need to doubt; little Aomo could see at a glance that the other was in a state of severe internal drain beyond remedy, and concluded she must have misunderstood something.

She must have been horrified by herself through some erroneous derivation, reaching a distant and even more mistaken conclusion. Meanwhile, she kept using those barely differing calculations over and over, arriving at repetitive conclusions.

Using that conclusion to further bind herself.

Eventually she went to a state of utter loss of spirit, six gods without a master.

Very familiar.

Even when gathering materials to write a popular science post for Umastagram, he had seen too many such historical cases, and in the concluding reflections of those science popularization articles he warned all readers to pay attention to the psychological state of horse girls and strengthen mental construction.

Even though the widespread phenomenon of morale erosion and fighting‑spirit collapse in the later development of the job market makes his admonitions seem utterly meaningless, this kind of education that originally lacked any real enforcement power shouldn't be forced to produce results.

Whether others put it into practice or not doesn't matter; the only thing one can ever control is oneself, and all you can guarantee is to follow it yourself—don't let your past words turn into a boomerang.

So he came.

With the youngest appearance and equally regressive thoughts and personality, he could immediately find useful information in the stage where synchronized memory is imprinted alongside physical and mental age.

At this point he only thought about whether it could be useful, after all there was also the possibility that 'you remember this matter clearly while the other party has long forgotten it'.

Faced with a horse girl lacking a crystal core in her mind, this possibility was quite high, and Little Aomo also considered the alternative of moving from Plan A to B, C, D if A failed; but such a plan, each time it shifted, undoubtedly lowered his evaluation of that horse girl individual Zhenjiling, and thus made him question the taste of his younger self and his youthful self.

—Removing the memory was just to let this girl's dream take flight.

—He paid special attention to the will to pull her out of her predicament.

Precisely because he is the same person, and precisely because he has a crystal core that records all those thoughts from that time, Little Aomo can at any moment draw on the reasoning and ideas of his youthful self.

Although he doesn't really understand those wills driven by emotion, he still intends to carry out what his yesterday's self left unfinished.

His current state is only temporary.

He clearly knows that he will eventually have to return to his youthful state, so naturally he cannot let his shallow preferences dictate his actions and mortgaging the future—no matter which period's Aomo would do such a thing.

Rather, no matter which Aomo, he is always willing to place his hopes in the future.

Interpersonal relations are for future convenience, work is for future consumption, and the execution of all kinds of schedules and plans is merely the accumulation and groundwork for some future goal—just like now.

He sent a message, and in his dealings with Suzi and Tianlangxing, who were 'launching a crusade to question,' he used a cold rhetoric that didn't lose out even though he was small.

Chazuo and Aizhi also quickly ran over, but they weren't coming to support those two guilty‑conscience types who couldn't even lose their temper and could only beat around the bush when questioned; the two were purely concerned, yet their looks at him seemed to have impure motives.

But even at such a time he still didn't forget to sneak a glance at the passing, silent Zhenjiling, not knowing whether to say his feelings were deep or his heart kind.

On the other hand, the two who directly greeted the passing Zhenjiling—calling them bad might be a bit hasty, since after their greetings went unanswered and they tried to go over and ask but were stopped by Chazuo and Aizhi, they both ended up hesitating and looking at him again, somewhat surprised and bewildered.

He was simply too focused, neglecting everything else, and indeed it was exactly the same as the image in his memory.

But dealing with it was still troublesome.

Though troublesome, he could still extricate himself, but later he would face encirclement by Bopang, Ludaofu, and Qianming, as well as visits from Sai Luo and Jie De.

The time taken was a bit long.

But all this is still based on the premise that 'thank goodness Xi and the others are still asleep'.

Perhaps he should be happy about it…… though Little Aomo wasn't sure whether he ought to think that way, the moment he broke free he immediately used the Mefilas alien's ability to reach the endpoint beneath the cherry‑blossom tree.

Then he waited another 4 minutes and 21 seconds.

The time of his arrival, the other party's arrival time—Little Aomo, who paid great attention to time, noted these details very closely.

Fortunately, even after waiting a while.

He did indeed wait for that figure to appear.

There was no need to doubt himself anymore.